Living in the suburbs of Johor Bahru my whole life seeded in me a deep curiosity about the world.
It feels like people in their 40s should be wise old sages with everything in life figured out. But here I was, in my late 30s, still with no idea what life was supposed to be.
I decided to quit my job without the next one lined up – and it both was the worst and best experience of my life.
Although I’m Malaysian, I keep getting mistaken for being Mainland Chinese — usually from other Chinese people.
I was a career-driven 25 year old pursuing wealth and status, but it was the sudden diagnosis of a close friend with cancer that woke me up to a new perspective on life.
Being 21, what does it mean to be that? Am I going to be responsible, a more mature man? What’s going to change?
Watching your father wither away in front of you will haunt you – it does things to your soul and will forever leave a mark.
“Brazilian” was the wildest guess I’ve gotten in my experiences of strangers going on a good ol’ race-guessing pursuit. “You Melayu ke?” “You Chindian ah?” “Sabah?” “Sarawak” “Philippino?”
I kept having faith but the school I once loved and looked up to become a place that I could no longer recognise.